B.B. Loring

An Intangible Breaking Poem by B.B. Loring

All seconds; all seasons; An intangible breakingSpreading like a freezing pondNext year is becoming less and less definiteJanuary is a probabity; not an absoluteThis probablity is unknown, But few things are known; Like a tear diffusing into a sheetIs realer than a voice, The black under closed eyesIs one of the only sensical things leftMouths all around moving; Look awkward and foreginYet sound with high lucidity(I cannot be a human) Death is the absence of lifeThere can be an absence of life; Inside of you, While you are said to be biologically aliveIt is an intaginable breaking; An infathomable atrophyBy ones who cannot see it happeningYou cannot see the intaginable aperturesSpreading throughout my soulBut surely it is happeningWhether you can see or notLife is as fleeting as the sun; It may seem eternal; infinteYet it is as condemned as usThe sun's birth was a beginning to an endJust like an infant being born